Meanwhile.
Outside Seven Treasure City.
Within a desolate Soul Beast forest.
Boom!
A thunderous crash rang out.
A massive thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider crashed heavily to the ground.
All eight of its long legs had been severed at the roots.
Green venomous blood spilled across the ground.
It gave off a nauseatingly foul stench.
Beside the corpse.
A somewhat thin figure knelt on one knee, gasping heavily.
It was Tang San.
At this moment.
He was no longer as composed as he had been in the King's Mansion.
His blue robes were torn in many places, stained with mud and blood.
Some of it belonged to Soul Beasts.
Some of it was his own.
A bone-deep wound ran along his left arm, blood still seeping from it.
It had been inflicted by the Man Faced Demon Spider's leg just now.
If he had reacted any slower.
That arm would have been crippled.
Yet Tang San seemed unable to feel the pain.
His gaze.
Was fixed firmly on the Soul Beast that had just breathed its last.
It had two thousand years of cultivation.
For him now, killing a Soul Beast of this level alone was somewhat difficult.
But he had not used the Blue Silver King Order.
He had not even used any of the life-saving trump cards Tang Yuan had given him.
He had used only his own Blue Silver Grass.
His own Clear Sky Hammer.
And the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapon techniques.
"Phew..."
Tang San forced himself to stand.
He took out some wound medicine from Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges Night and skillfully sprinkled it over the injury.
The agonizing pain made the muscles in his face twitch.
But he smiled.
A cold smile.
"Zhao Wuji..."
"You were right."
"Without Teacher, perhaps I truly am nothing."
"But."
"I